The Milkmaid's Song Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBDDBDBCB EEFGGFE HHHFHHBIIBCB EFDFHH FFFFJJFCF CHCHCHKLFLDLEFIFFMFC F FFFFFCCFNFFNFFFFOFOF OF PFFFFQRRQFFRRSFS TUVFEWFXXXFFFFWWFYYY FZZZFFF| Turn turn for my cheeks they burn | A |
| Turn by the dale my Harry | B |
| Fill pail fill pail | C |
| He has turned by the dale | C |
| And there by the stile waits Harry | B |
| Fill fill | D |
| Fill pail fill | D |
| For there by the stile waits Harry | B |
| The world may go round the world may stand still | D |
| But I can milk and marry | B |
| Fill pail | C |
| I can milk and marry | B |
| - | |
| Wheugh wheugh | E |
| O if we two | E |
| Stood down there now by the water | F |
| I know who'd carry me over the ford | G |
| As brave as a soldier as proud as a lord | G |
| Though I don't live over the water | F |
| Wheugh wheugh he's whistling through | E |
| He's whistling 'The Farmer's Daugher ' | - |
| Give down give down | H |
| My crumpled brown | H |
| He shall not take the road to the town | H |
| For I'll meet him beyond the water | F |
| Give down give down | H |
| My crumpled brown | H |
| And send me to my Harry | B |
| The folk o' towns | I |
| May have silken gowns | I |
| But I can milk and marry | B |
| Fill pail | C |
| I can milk and marry | B |
| - | |
| Wheugh wheugh he has whistled through | E |
| He has whistled through the water | F |
| Fill fill with a will a will | D |
| For he's whistled through the water | F |
| And he's whistling down | H |
| The way to the town | H |
| And it's not 'The Farmer's Daughter ' | - |
| Churr churr goes the cockchafer | F |
| The sun sets over the water | F |
| Churr churr goes the cockchafer | F |
| I'm too late for my Harry | F |
| And O if he goes a soldiering | J |
| The cows they may low the bells they may ring | J |
| But I'll neither milk nor marry | F |
| Fill pail | C |
| Neither milk nor marry | F |
| - | |
| My brow beats on thy flank Fill pail | C |
| Give down good wench give down | H |
| I know the primrose bank Fill pail | C |
| Between him and the town | H |
| Give down good wench give down Fill pail | C |
| And he shall not reach the town | H |
| Strain strain he's whistling again | K |
| He's nearer by half a mile | L |
| More more O never before | F |
| Were you such a weary while | L |
| Fill fill he's crossed the hill | D |
| I can see him down by the stile | L |
| He's passed the hay he's coming this way | E |
| He's coming to me my Harry | F |
| Give silken gowns to the folk o' towns | I |
| He's coming to me my Harry | F |
| That she walks to night with Harry | F |
| Come late come soon come sun come moon | M |
| O I can milk and marry | F |
| Fill pail | C |
| I can milk and marry | F |
| - | |
| Wheugh wheugh he has whistled through | F |
| My Harry my lad my lover | F |
| Set the sun and fall the dew | F |
| Heigh ho merry world what's to do | F |
| That you're smiling over and over | F |
| Upon the hill and down in the dale | C |
| And along the tree tops over the vale | C |
| Shining over and over | F |
| Low in the grass and high on the bough | N |
| Shining over and over | F |
| O world have you ever a lover | F |
| You were so dull and cold just now | N |
| O world have you ever a lover | F |
| I could not see a leaf on the tree | F |
| And now I could count them one two three | F |
| Count them over and over | F |
| Leaf from leaf like lips apart | O |
| Like lips apart for a lover | F |
| And the hillside beats with my beating heart | O |
| And the apple tree blushes all over | F |
| And the May bough touched me and made me start | O |
| And the wind breathes warm like a lover | F |
| - | |
| Pull pull and the pail is full | P |
| And milking's done and over | F |
| Who would not sit here under the tree | F |
| What a fair fair thing's a green field to see | F |
| Brim brim to the rim ah me | F |
| I have set my pail on the daisies | Q |
| It seems so light can the sun be set | R |
| The dews must be heavy my cheeks are wet | R |
| I could cry to have hurt the daisies | Q |
| Harry is near Harry is near | F |
| My heart's as sick as if he were here | F |
| My lips are burning my cheeks are wet | R |
| He hasn't uttered a word as yet | R |
| But the air's astir with his praises | S |
| My Harry | F |
| The air's astir with your praises | S |
| - | |
| He has scaled the rock by the pixy's stone | T |
| He's among the kingcups he picks me one | U |
| I love the grass that I tread upon | V |
| When I go to my Harry | F |
| He has jumped the brook he has climbed the knowe | E |
| There's never a faster foot I know | W |
| But still he seems to tarry | F |
| O Harry On Harry my love my pride | X |
| My heart is leaping my arms are wide | X |
| Roll up roll up you dull hillside | X |
| Roll up and bring my Harry | F |
| They may talk of glory over the sea | F |
| But Harry's alive and Harry's for me | F |
| My love my lad my Harry | F |
| Come spring come winter come sun come snow | W |
| What cares Dolly whether or no | W |
| While I can milk and marry | F |
| Right or wrong and wrong or right | Y |
| Quarrel who quarrel and fight who fight | Y |
| But I'll bring my pail home every night | Y |
| To love and home and Harry | F |
| We'll drink our can we'll eat our cake | Z |
| There's beer in the barrel there's bread in the bake | Z |
| The world may sleep the world may wake | Z |
| But I shall milk and marry | F |
| And marry | F |
| I shall milk and marry | F |
Sydney Thompson Dobell
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